February 15, 2013
Panty hoes working the sonic fields of gin and tonic. Conga lines waiting for checkout the hydroponic drift and lift until the feet make the only sound. Then the place will be found --- The land of Boob Jazz! Tyradactal tits flying in your face Running > Walls all over the place. The confidence is key to unlocking the jim dandy servicing the free and skimming off the candy. Sweet and sour chicken free range balls after 5 o'clock. The monster comes to play Chalupa on a Himalayan salt block. Breaking bad beakers billowing blasts of Burgundy below deck. Borrowing rubber cememt brushes reassembling the wreck. Hardening bristles result from being left aside cart to a motorcycle only adds a third wheel. Bottles are clinking and masses are drinking appeased from moments of splendor. All affixiated to what it is, remember? The Web is real but it's tough to see the space between is you and me, but we are one on the free ride when we brush with flow ride the bus to babylon exodus don't gamble on regulations that mimic doom get back to check on your heirloom that splat in fozzy's face when he waka waka despite of perspective disgrace. Better than being a carcass rolled out like a rug on the floor for toes to fondle by those who may be tipsy and follow the winding trail left by the band of gypsies. Lay down beside the river and let the water give you a shiver down your spine cause you feel fine when you hear something musical and genuine draft me a player who knows the business. Not too quick to fall and be victim of faceless entities that for centuries have cast shadows over bonsai people who seek a steeple or alter to alter their lives like husbands and wives sharing their taxes blaring their axes and sharpening their knives. Hurry up and wait you have all of the scripts it's only a matter of time before you come to grips with reality and infastructure and in case you muster up the courage to display signs of carnage the show will go on plus or minus. During your playing time dial it in Mumbles McFadden doing a double take in double time the mic is on and it's selling sub-mortgage limeade with a fixed 11 to 4 rate to infiltrate the buystander's bucket. Carry dem buckets over your shoulder til you reach the spot along the boulder. It's the land of Boob Jazz and there's no food that tastes better to your buds than a taco with fish next to a pile of spuds. Don't be trixed by the wonderful remarks the land of Boob Jazz is only good as the parks and recreation that require released frustration. From those who admit one for the admission to the next show the anticipationwill only grow in leaps and bounds until the fertile grounds are self-counselling with shwilling. AA will take you away in a perfect circle. You're naked on the platform and it's off to work until you punch the clock inside your head. Your brain is your ally and it has to be fed. It helps to own a pet for difficult situations, but most pedestrians can get by without stipulations or stupid foreign nations taking up the news from every neighbor who is singing the blues. In the key of laid-off or broken-up, or having to piss in a cup. AA will take you away in a perfect circle. You're naked on the platform and it's off to work until... you don't work... You start drumming and strumming and check on the plumbingso you're ready for the rumble. Brought to you by pets: don't forget to spade or nueter your pet unless you can't afford it or think it's inhumane then it's OK. In the middle of the ocean you may want to have a pet that has a reproductive organ that plays rhythm and blues. And the sea birds will chime in too! With raindrop noises and language of the body once you're on The Inside the talk is laty-daty. The sky is as new as it can be, so look up and be happy. No one can tell when the planet feels exed. We only feel the force of nature oversexed. Buenos tiempos Malos tiempos en la Cantina del Flamingo. Move your neck like the pink bird with skinny legs and knobby knees the prettiest feathers that people seen from seas. Holding their machine gun makes them feel safe from the wind that cries mary jane again and again. Pass the juristiction so we don't have to keep writing the fiction. The grovel novel is out of print and Kairos Krusade has a glint in the eye from the sun and sand that plays games with the one that understands. It's only another mile. It's only another mile. That's only an opened file. That's only a half smil - what happened to the good times? Trodden Street vendors are selling cement for those who need to lament on pitiful misfortune until they've gone off the deep-fried snack binges. For anyone wondering, babies who are on the level make good pie.